Life Often Presents Us With A Choice

Sincerely To Aspire After Virtue, Is To Gain Her; And Zealously To Labour After Her Wages, Is To Receive Them.

Love, Like The Cold Bath, Is Never Negative, It Seldom Leaves Us Where It Finds Us; If Once We Plunge Into It, It Will Either Heighten Our Virtues, Or Inflame Our Vices.

There Is This Paradox In Fear: He Is Most Likely To Inspire It In Others Who Has None Himself!

The Intoxication Of Anger, Like That Of The Grape, Shows Us To Others, But Hides Us From Ourselves.

Death Is The Only Sovereign Whom No Partiality Can Warp, And No Price Corrupt.